Spatter

  

“Spatter”

   

If I press the pen,

On the paper too hard.

I might speak to harshly,

Spatter blood on the crowd.

The pen might leak,

My voice might break.

And it might be a little bit more,

Than you can take.

My hopes blood,

Upon your skin.

I’d doubt your safely strapped,

For a trip back then.

But the rage fills my hand,

Courses my heart and arm.

With any careless phrase,

I’m far too happy to disarm.

  

If I just press the pen,

Or I scream too loud.

Speak so harshly,

I spatter blood on the crowd.

  

Dg

Danny Gunter

1-17-2012